Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. They belong to J.K. Rowling. I'm not making any money of this in any way.
Slash of the male/male kind will eventually be appearing in this story. If you don't like slash, or the idea of Harry/Severus, then please leave. Don't read what you don't like.
I dedicate this story to DT – For pushing and prodding me into it.
Thank you again everybody who reviewed my last chapter and my sincere apologies that it has taken me a while to get this one out.
Chapter Three
They don't know. Nobody knows. I can finally be myself.
~*~
He's looking at me. I can feel his eyes on my back, travelling over my form. I wonder if he likes what he sees. Is Snape into women? Or men? Or maybe both? I go on inspecting the books in Snape's bookshelf, pretending not to notice the tall, dark, devilishly…
I shake my head. Snap out of it Harry. It's Snape! So what if he looks terrific in muggle clothing and is intelligent, you're stuck living with him till gods know when. It's Snape. I just have to keep on reminding myself that. It's Snape… It's Snape… It's Snape…
~*~
Heh. I know that the boy knows that I'm watching him. Why doesn't he turn round or do something? Anything? He just keeps on looking at my books. Potter turns slightly towards me. I can see his lips moving silently, forming the same words again and again. I squint trying to make out what he's saying from this distance, but the angle makes it impossible. He's infuriating without even knowing it!
Well, if he's not going to talk - then I will. If just to annoy him.
"Potter, Dumbledore has come up with a suitable cover story as for you being here and where you came from?" I drawled. The boy turns round surprised. I can tell that it hasn't dawned on him that he can't use the truth yet.
His lips open to start to talk but I cut in, "It's on the parchment on the desk over there." I point to where my large dark wooden desk sat on one side of the room. The boy steps off the floor boards and onto the soft carpet and pads over to my desk. He picks up the parchment and starts to read.
I wonder what he'll think about the past of Jamari Paton. Of course, if he wants to change anything I will have to be disagreeable saying that I've already learnt it… Just to keep up my image.
~*~
You. Have. Got. To. Be. Joking.
If cross-dressing and wearing strapy high heels weren't enough, he wants me to pretend that this is my past and why I'm here. Oh no. There's no way in hell that I'm pretending that's my past. No way in bloody hell.
~*~
I smirk as the boy's face pales. Potter really does look terrific in a dress. I hold back a grin at that thought.
"There is no way in hell that's my past!" The boy spits out at me and narrows his eyes. He walks toward me, fury radiating off him. "There is no way in hell that I'm a famous 'courtesan' from the deserts of Arabia that has come to stay with you while you administer a rare potion over a unknown period of time that will cure my…" Potter stops suddenly and blushes, "… fatal disease."
I smirk at the blush. Well, well, well. Perhaps Potter is more innocent than I thought. More innocent than any of us thought. What an interesting and intriguing thought.
"Potter, it is the perfect story and Dumbledore was the one to come up with it." His eyes widen and I continue on my voice lazy, "It's not like its actually true or anything. You'll just have to play the part of a courtesan." I wave my hand lazily through the air in a gesture of simpleness. That will get an interesting reaction, I'm sure.
~*~
"You'll just have to play the part of a courtesan."
Shock reels through my mind. Snape made it sound as if it should come easily to me. As if I've done things or had experiences with stuff like that before. I'm blushing. Damn it! I don't want Snape to know I'm unexperienced. This will just give more material for him to use against me.
He's just sitting there, all laid back in that chair with that stupid looking smirk on his face. I wish I could wipe it off somehow. Maybe I should kiss him. I bet that would take it off his. But then he'll probably throw me out and I'd have to tell Dumbledore what was wrong. There goes that idea. For now…
"Let's compromise." The words shattered my thoughts, and I focused back in on the Potions Master, "I rather thought Dumbledore's idea was far-fetched." He snorted and I could just hear him mumble, "A courtesan. Staying in my rooms. I don't need to lower myself that far." As if he'd be able to get a courtesan anyway.
The black eyes turned towards me again and Snape started to talk, "We were students at the same University while getting our teachers degrees and had stayed in contact since. While working in Arabia you caught a rare disease that the sick person can't make the medical antidote for. Since the medicine has to be taken over an unknown period and made fresh before each dose, I offered to do it for you and let you stay with me at the time."
I nod and cross my arms, "That's a hell of a lot better than being a courtesan from Arabia."
Snape nods and frowns, "But how we explain your lack of luggage is a problem."
I grin towards the elder man and sit down in the seat next to me. I can't believe he hasn't already thought of this. Surprising actually. "The disease I have doesn't let me apparate or ride a broom, so I had to get here by muggle transport and lost my entire luggage on the way."
Ha. I bet that will rile him. I came up with a solution when he couldn't think of one. I stretch out my legs and wiggle my toes. It feels so good to have those high heels off, and I'm even getting used to the nail polish on my toes as well. It is a nice colour and does suit my dress…
~*~
Surprised is an understatement at the moment. Potter just came up with a reasonable solution. I look to where he sits in a couch across from me. He's engrossed in looking at his toes, and wiggling them. Despite the good idea Potter is even more mentally disturbed than I first though.
I cough. Hopefully that will get the boy's attention. He looks up startled, and meets my eyes. We're locked in a stare. Does he think that he could possibly win a staring contest? A staring contest against me. I think not.
~*~
Snape's staring at me. I continue to stare back. What does he think he's doing? Don't we have more important things to discuss? Like going clothes shopping with another teacher tomorrow morning? Wait, when did clothes become important?
"What's that teachers name that we're meant to be going shopping with tomorrow Professor Snape?" I ask pleasantly, while still not breaking eye contact.
The older man raises an eyebrow, "I believe that you're referring to Professor Young who we'll be meeting at seven tomorrow morning in the front hall." He continues to stare.
~*~
I keep on staring at Potter, keeping my face impassive. Those eyes really are beautiful. And his lips, all soft and delicately shaped…
The boy has turned away. Ha! I knew he couldn't stand up to me in a staring contest. I smirk and watch him. Potter's walking slowly towards the imposing mirror I have hung next to my desk. It looks like he's intent upon it; every shred of his miserable attention is on that mirror.
I notice the way that his dress sways as he walks… Snap out of it Severus. This is Potter you're thinking about. He's Harry bloody Potter. He's Potter. He's Potter.
He's Potter…
~*~
Snape's staring is making me uncomfortable. I don't care what he thinks. I turn my head breaking the staring competition. It was becoming unbearable. That look upon Snape's face – it was like he was trying to see inside me. Examining every inch of my face. I shake my head and see a mirror on the wall next to Snape's desk.
I haven't seen what I look like yet. I wonder what I look like as a female. Do I have the same features?
Slowly I stand up from my chair, and move across the soft carpet to where it's hanging. I can feel Snape's eyes on me. I don't care. I'm not Harry Potter anymore.
I've reached the mirror. Slowly, hesitantly I raise my eyes and pull out my wand.
"Visum ego ipsemet"
I watch as my image changes from Harry Potter to Jamari Paton. Dark brown hair frames an oval face with a pert nose, and delicate lips. My eyes are now dark green instead of my usual bright green, and are more almond shaped. There is a slight dusting of freckles over my nose, and my skin has a slight tan to it. That will help to make my story more realistic.
I don't look one thing like myself. Which is good I suppose? But strange. I keep on staring into the mirror, tracing the features, everybody else but I and Snape will see.
Slowly the image fades back into me. I sigh.
~*~
"Visum ego ipsemet"
I watch from behind as the boy's body becomes more curved, filling out at the hips and chest. I can see his reflection in the mirror. So that's what Potter looks like as a female. I must say the image of Jamari Paton suits his background story well.
We both continue to stare at the reflection until it fades back into Potter.
I look at the clock above the fireplace. The time is getting late. I suppose I have to show Potter where he'll be staying for gods know how long. Sigh. Slowly I stand and move towards a heavy door.
"Potter. This will be your bedroom while here. I suggest that you get some sleep since we have to be up early tomorrow. I'll wake you if you're not up by six thirty."
I swirl round and stalk across the room to where the door to my bedroom is and enter. As I'm shutting the door, I hear a soft, "Good night Professor Snape."
~*~
I look round the room. Very nice Snape, very nice. I never thought the dungeons could be quite as nice as your quarter's are. Very surprised.
Tomorrow should be interesting. I lay down on the large bed. I wonder what Snape's like at choosing female clothing.
~*~
Goldenpaw - I've always thought that Harry would look terrific in female clothing as well. Especially corsets. ;-)
Arwen Rayne - Snogging in public. You might be waiting for a couple more chapters till that happens. Or perhaps now that you've put the idea in my head…
Viscountess Babbles-On - *squeal* I'm so glad that you like it!!! And I don't know about elaborating upon Appleslash… if it happens, it happens. *L* But doesn't everybody think your strange anyway - even when your not laughing? I love the heels as well. Probably my favourite part so far. *g*
Mia Snape - I'm not sure how Snape will react if Harry comes onto him. We'll both just have to wait and see. ;-)
Jen - *L* I love the idea of lacy underwear!
Xihum - Actually the glamour is on the whole time, but it doesn't affect Harry or Snape. The little spell is so that Harry and Snape can see Harry in female form. :-) And the answer to the rest of your questions will lay later on the story.
Thank you to everybody else who reviewed as well, your reviews are what boosted me into writing this chapter (bad as it may be) and you all praising and flattering me helped as well. *g*
Slash of the male/male kind will eventually be appearing in this story. If you don't like slash, or the idea of Harry/Severus, then please leave. Don't read what you don't like.
I dedicate this story to DT – For pushing and prodding me into it.
Thank you again everybody who reviewed my last chapter and my sincere apologies that it has taken me a while to get this one out.
Chapter Three
They don't know. Nobody knows. I can finally be myself.
~*~
He's looking at me. I can feel his eyes on my back, travelling over my form. I wonder if he likes what he sees. Is Snape into women? Or men? Or maybe both? I go on inspecting the books in Snape's bookshelf, pretending not to notice the tall, dark, devilishly…
I shake my head. Snap out of it Harry. It's Snape! So what if he looks terrific in muggle clothing and is intelligent, you're stuck living with him till gods know when. It's Snape. I just have to keep on reminding myself that. It's Snape… It's Snape… It's Snape…
~*~
Heh. I know that the boy knows that I'm watching him. Why doesn't he turn round or do something? Anything? He just keeps on looking at my books. Potter turns slightly towards me. I can see his lips moving silently, forming the same words again and again. I squint trying to make out what he's saying from this distance, but the angle makes it impossible. He's infuriating without even knowing it!
Well, if he's not going to talk - then I will. If just to annoy him.
"Potter, Dumbledore has come up with a suitable cover story as for you being here and where you came from?" I drawled. The boy turns round surprised. I can tell that it hasn't dawned on him that he can't use the truth yet.
His lips open to start to talk but I cut in, "It's on the parchment on the desk over there." I point to where my large dark wooden desk sat on one side of the room. The boy steps off the floor boards and onto the soft carpet and pads over to my desk. He picks up the parchment and starts to read.
I wonder what he'll think about the past of Jamari Paton. Of course, if he wants to change anything I will have to be disagreeable saying that I've already learnt it… Just to keep up my image.
~*~
You. Have. Got. To. Be. Joking.
If cross-dressing and wearing strapy high heels weren't enough, he wants me to pretend that this is my past and why I'm here. Oh no. There's no way in hell that I'm pretending that's my past. No way in bloody hell.
~*~
I smirk as the boy's face pales. Potter really does look terrific in a dress. I hold back a grin at that thought.
"There is no way in hell that's my past!" The boy spits out at me and narrows his eyes. He walks toward me, fury radiating off him. "There is no way in hell that I'm a famous 'courtesan' from the deserts of Arabia that has come to stay with you while you administer a rare potion over a unknown period of time that will cure my…" Potter stops suddenly and blushes, "… fatal disease."
I smirk at the blush. Well, well, well. Perhaps Potter is more innocent than I thought. More innocent than any of us thought. What an interesting and intriguing thought.
"Potter, it is the perfect story and Dumbledore was the one to come up with it." His eyes widen and I continue on my voice lazy, "It's not like its actually true or anything. You'll just have to play the part of a courtesan." I wave my hand lazily through the air in a gesture of simpleness. That will get an interesting reaction, I'm sure.
~*~
"You'll just have to play the part of a courtesan."
Shock reels through my mind. Snape made it sound as if it should come easily to me. As if I've done things or had experiences with stuff like that before. I'm blushing. Damn it! I don't want Snape to know I'm unexperienced. This will just give more material for him to use against me.
He's just sitting there, all laid back in that chair with that stupid looking smirk on his face. I wish I could wipe it off somehow. Maybe I should kiss him. I bet that would take it off his. But then he'll probably throw me out and I'd have to tell Dumbledore what was wrong. There goes that idea. For now…
"Let's compromise." The words shattered my thoughts, and I focused back in on the Potions Master, "I rather thought Dumbledore's idea was far-fetched." He snorted and I could just hear him mumble, "A courtesan. Staying in my rooms. I don't need to lower myself that far." As if he'd be able to get a courtesan anyway.
The black eyes turned towards me again and Snape started to talk, "We were students at the same University while getting our teachers degrees and had stayed in contact since. While working in Arabia you caught a rare disease that the sick person can't make the medical antidote for. Since the medicine has to be taken over an unknown period and made fresh before each dose, I offered to do it for you and let you stay with me at the time."
I nod and cross my arms, "That's a hell of a lot better than being a courtesan from Arabia."
Snape nods and frowns, "But how we explain your lack of luggage is a problem."
I grin towards the elder man and sit down in the seat next to me. I can't believe he hasn't already thought of this. Surprising actually. "The disease I have doesn't let me apparate or ride a broom, so I had to get here by muggle transport and lost my entire luggage on the way."
Ha. I bet that will rile him. I came up with a solution when he couldn't think of one. I stretch out my legs and wiggle my toes. It feels so good to have those high heels off, and I'm even getting used to the nail polish on my toes as well. It is a nice colour and does suit my dress…
~*~
Surprised is an understatement at the moment. Potter just came up with a reasonable solution. I look to where he sits in a couch across from me. He's engrossed in looking at his toes, and wiggling them. Despite the good idea Potter is even more mentally disturbed than I first though.
I cough. Hopefully that will get the boy's attention. He looks up startled, and meets my eyes. We're locked in a stare. Does he think that he could possibly win a staring contest? A staring contest against me. I think not.
~*~
Snape's staring at me. I continue to stare back. What does he think he's doing? Don't we have more important things to discuss? Like going clothes shopping with another teacher tomorrow morning? Wait, when did clothes become important?
"What's that teachers name that we're meant to be going shopping with tomorrow Professor Snape?" I ask pleasantly, while still not breaking eye contact.
The older man raises an eyebrow, "I believe that you're referring to Professor Young who we'll be meeting at seven tomorrow morning in the front hall." He continues to stare.
~*~
I keep on staring at Potter, keeping my face impassive. Those eyes really are beautiful. And his lips, all soft and delicately shaped…
The boy has turned away. Ha! I knew he couldn't stand up to me in a staring contest. I smirk and watch him. Potter's walking slowly towards the imposing mirror I have hung next to my desk. It looks like he's intent upon it; every shred of his miserable attention is on that mirror.
I notice the way that his dress sways as he walks… Snap out of it Severus. This is Potter you're thinking about. He's Harry bloody Potter. He's Potter. He's Potter.
He's Potter…
~*~
Snape's staring is making me uncomfortable. I don't care what he thinks. I turn my head breaking the staring competition. It was becoming unbearable. That look upon Snape's face – it was like he was trying to see inside me. Examining every inch of my face. I shake my head and see a mirror on the wall next to Snape's desk.
I haven't seen what I look like yet. I wonder what I look like as a female. Do I have the same features?
Slowly I stand up from my chair, and move across the soft carpet to where it's hanging. I can feel Snape's eyes on me. I don't care. I'm not Harry Potter anymore.
I've reached the mirror. Slowly, hesitantly I raise my eyes and pull out my wand.
"Visum ego ipsemet"
I watch as my image changes from Harry Potter to Jamari Paton. Dark brown hair frames an oval face with a pert nose, and delicate lips. My eyes are now dark green instead of my usual bright green, and are more almond shaped. There is a slight dusting of freckles over my nose, and my skin has a slight tan to it. That will help to make my story more realistic.
I don't look one thing like myself. Which is good I suppose? But strange. I keep on staring into the mirror, tracing the features, everybody else but I and Snape will see.
Slowly the image fades back into me. I sigh.
~*~
"Visum ego ipsemet"
I watch from behind as the boy's body becomes more curved, filling out at the hips and chest. I can see his reflection in the mirror. So that's what Potter looks like as a female. I must say the image of Jamari Paton suits his background story well.
We both continue to stare at the reflection until it fades back into Potter.
I look at the clock above the fireplace. The time is getting late. I suppose I have to show Potter where he'll be staying for gods know how long. Sigh. Slowly I stand and move towards a heavy door.
"Potter. This will be your bedroom while here. I suggest that you get some sleep since we have to be up early tomorrow. I'll wake you if you're not up by six thirty."
I swirl round and stalk across the room to where the door to my bedroom is and enter. As I'm shutting the door, I hear a soft, "Good night Professor Snape."
~*~
I look round the room. Very nice Snape, very nice. I never thought the dungeons could be quite as nice as your quarter's are. Very surprised.
Tomorrow should be interesting. I lay down on the large bed. I wonder what Snape's like at choosing female clothing.
~*~
Goldenpaw - I've always thought that Harry would look terrific in female clothing as well. Especially corsets. ;-)
Arwen Rayne - Snogging in public. You might be waiting for a couple more chapters till that happens. Or perhaps now that you've put the idea in my head…
Viscountess Babbles-On - *squeal* I'm so glad that you like it!!! And I don't know about elaborating upon Appleslash… if it happens, it happens. *L* But doesn't everybody think your strange anyway - even when your not laughing? I love the heels as well. Probably my favourite part so far. *g*
Mia Snape - I'm not sure how Snape will react if Harry comes onto him. We'll both just have to wait and see. ;-)
Jen - *L* I love the idea of lacy underwear!
Xihum - Actually the glamour is on the whole time, but it doesn't affect Harry or Snape. The little spell is so that Harry and Snape can see Harry in female form. :-) And the answer to the rest of your questions will lay later on the story.
Thank you to everybody else who reviewed as well, your reviews are what boosted me into writing this chapter (bad as it may be) and you all praising and flattering me helped as well. *g*